Since then, Qian Zixuan never came to see me again.

One day by chance, I passed by Qian Zixuan's school after school.

It wasn't really by chance, but I inexplicably took a detour to his school on purpose.

In fact, I always held some kind of fantasy about my son.

Unfortunately, he always sided with Qian Hao.

I thought it would be Qian Hao picking up the child, but to my surprise, the one holding Qian Zixuan's hand was a woman.

She was slender, fair-skinned, with delicate features, looking like she was in her twenties.

The two of them passed in front of my car, chatting and laughing, looking intimate as if they were a family.

I heard my son call her Auntie Xiaomeng...